Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers novel Chapter 18

16.Good Girl–2

Luca’s eyes turn into slits, his jaw tightening. I instinctively back away, my back hitting the wall behind me as he marches closer. I am sure that he’s going to snap back at me. He raises his hand and I grit my teeth, preparing for something terrible–but to my surprise, he takes a lock of my hair. He lifts it with two fingers, brushing the tip with a featherlight touch that sends a current straight through me.

“I see…” he brings my hair to his face and inhales it. My heart pounds erratically against my chest at the gesture. “So, you like to reward the people who are kind to you?” he murmurs in a sweet velvety tone and cruel in its knowing. “In that case, how will you reward us if we treat you kindly, hmm, my dear stepsister?”

My mouth parts. “What?”

The corner of his lips curve into a dangerous smile. “We can be kind too, you know? What do you want? Hugs? Compliments? Maybe a kiss for every good deed?” His other hand lifts to my cheek, brushing along the skin there like he’s memorizing it, thumb grazing the corner of my lip before pulling away just enough to leave me gasping for more.

Behind me, I feel heat radiating. Reed’s palm presses against the wall beside my head, trapping me between his towering frame and Luca’s teasing hold. His breath fans the back of my neck, and I shiver–not from fear, but from the wild, ridiculous rush shooting down my spine. My thoughts scatter,

scattered like feathers in the wind.

“You said Arthur made you feel safe,” Jace mutters near my ear. “Does that mean we scare you, Tabitha?”

He’s so close I can feel the hum of his chest, the way his presence curves around mine. I want to say yes. I want to shove them all away. But the word catches in my throat and turns to ash, because I can’t stop the dizzying way my body is reacting. The anger that I was feeling earlier completely dissipates into the air, leaving me with nothing but the shameless anticipation for their touch.

“You’re shivering,” he observes, eyes molten as they drink in every stuttering breath I take. “You’re not scared… So what are you feeling, sister?”

His finger trails down my neck, tracing the line of my collarbone, featherlight but maddening. “Is that your way of saying thank you? Letting someone close when they play nice?” 2/5

I shake my head, but it’s a pathetic, breathless motion. I can feel them. All four. Surrounding me. Watching me. Tasting my reactions like wolves circling a doe who’s too confused to flee.

“Come on,” Jace purrs, his hand sliding to the small of my back. “If Arthur gets your gratitude for being nice… what do we get if we start behaving?”

Reed’s breath stirs the shell of my ear, his voice dropping to a sinful low. “Will you reward us, Tabitha? Let us show you how sweet we can be?”

A thumb brushes the dip of my waist, and I jerk–only to feel another hand settle there, firmer this time. Jace’s voice slithers in like sweet honey, his lips a whisper away from my cheek. “Maybe you like being cornered,” he murmurs, his fingers dragging along the hem of my shirt, just enough to skim skin. “Maybe deep down, you like it when we play a little rough, as long as we don’t break you.”

“What do you want, princess? A kiss? A touch? Something slow and sinful, right here between these walls?”

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